My response to dVerse Poets Meeting the Bar – Bouts-Rimés Revisted This week Gayle’s challenge is to write a poem using the given end-rhymes. She has chosen: stay, sits, play, wits, fits, comedy, flits, tragedy, eye, smart, cry, heart, moan, stone, and we have to use the words in the given order. It’s the last […]
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The Kindness of Friends
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics – Choose a Line. This week Mary has asked us to read the poem “Burning the Old Year” by Naomi Shihab Nye, choose one of the lines & use it as a line in a newly written poem. I have chosen the line: ‘Notes friends tied to the doorknob’. My […]
Lunatic Virtuoso
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille – 4 – grin The crescent moon has almost disappeared A Cheshire cat grinning at my madness Silver smugness Reminiscent of my aunt’s Buddha Rotund on the mantelpiece Smiling down at four-year-old me Playing the ebony Notes on the upright piano A virtuoso Only Buddha didn’t think so […]
Scribbling on my Soul
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night # 167 – a poem I wrote and posted last September, that kind of sums up my writing. The scratching of the pen Won’t stop It echoes through my dreams And lifts my eyelids With the urgency Of birth Ideas invade Exploding crocuses That reach out For an […]
On first visiting Burano
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics – Adventures in travelling Leaning over the side Of the vaporetto Sharp spray cooling Heat pricked arms We watched the boats Sun diamonds on waves Faces in the crowd Tourists and commuters Brash and loud Inhaled the heady mingling Of expensive scent Engine oil Tang of the bay […]
Guards and peacocks
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday #8 – journey/travel At sixteen, I had been on just two holidays: one with the school when I was ten, and one with a friend and her family when I was twelve, both to the Isle of Wight. So my first visit to Cologne before moving there […]
Traces of the Girl
Response to Me, Myself and I…or is it? dVerse Meeting the Bar Sometimes I catch a glimpse of her In a mirror or shop window, See traces of the girl she used to be. Critical of the gained weight, Disappearing definition, Laughter lines And silver threads in her hair. I try to love her, Feel […]
A Rare Visit
My response to dVerse poetry Pub Poetics: Listen to the Mockingbird Silvery light slipped through the blind Scratching at the edges of her mind A faded monochrome Distant dream of home In the garden a thrush trilled its morning song Another bird began to sing along A different timbre and yet the same She sat […]
The Power of Bubbles
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille 3 – a quadrille in 44 words Congealed crud has set on last night’s dishes And yet, as the steaming water gushes Detergent swirls with a globule of grease Until a lava of foam is released One tiny bubble escapes and floats free A tiny transparent orb, fleeting […]
Your shoes will make you happy today
My response to #dversepoets ‘as the cookie crumbles’ Sunday morning sun pushed its way Through windows grimy with winter smears, Crooking its finger – an invitation to enjoy the day. Pulling on sturdy shoes unworn for several years, We made our way to a nearby strand. Invigorated by wind and waves, we strode In […]
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